Disintegration Loops, The

Cut up the music;
Release it from its bounds,
Wound and gagged!
When the smoke is rising,
We’ll raise a glass of cold champagne.

Lean hard into the quiet
Of a city frozen;
Stuck on repeat.
Can we climb higher
As we quiver?
As the celluloid recedes?
Disintegrate together
When the sun rises this will all be over.
When the sun rises this will all be over.

#365DaysOfPoetry

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